Everyone seemed like they had a place to go. Or, rather, a place that they were going to. A destination. They appeared like a curtain in motion: waves of people moving in a prescribed direction; moving out of the subway system, through the exit barriers, out into the light, and up the escalators, toward their unique destinations. They, none of them, appeared to notice the others. To each of them, they were alone and unique, closed off and silent, yet moving with purpose toward the light.

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